After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

His heart was pounding, and Zhou Changming was afraid that it was his own illusion, so he hurriedly poked his head out to check again.

This time the water shook more violently, and after Lin Chushu's face disappeared, another familiar face slowly emerged.

"Changye..."

Zhou Changming covered his mouth, his words choked up.

She has peach blossom eyes similar to her, light red lips, but her brows are a little more heroic, and there is a dark red tear mole at the corner of her eye.

Wait...that mole?

He was instantly struck by lightning.

In his impression, Zhou Changye's skin was white and even, his eyebrows were straight, and there were no moles on his face.

Then who is this stranger who looks similar to himself and is extremely familiar?

Why is he his own obsession?

Zhou Changming squinted his eyes, trying hard to see more clearly, but a sharp tingling suddenly hit his forehead.

It seemed that a large amount of unfamiliar information flowed straight into his mind, and he was powerless to resist, so he could only accept it as it was ordered.

His field of vision was suddenly filled with chaotic images, and strange noises rang out from his ears.

He could only vaguely see a man reaching out to him.

"The night is long, and when there is light at the end, your name should be called Changming."

The gentle and soothing voice echoed in the ears, conveying the power to comfort people's hearts.

The next moment, the picture in front of him was reversed, and there was severe pain in the earlobe.

The same man approached him, but his expression was no longer gentle and calm, but showing desperate determination.

"The power of time and space... has been injected into your body..."

The words that Zhou Changming could hear were intermittent and unintelligible, only faint choking and whispering, full of endless apologies and regrets.

"I'm sorry...I can only do this one step...to stop him...I'll leave it to you..."

The picture in his eyes shattered abruptly, turning into countless sharp blades and piercing into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhou Changming had a splitting headache and fell down with a muffled grunt.

The image in the wishing pool can only be seen by himself. Lin Chushu didn't know what happened. Seeing his pale face and painful expression, he hurriedly sent spiritual power into his body.

"No, no, don't..."

Consciousness is already blurred, but the grief and despair in my heart are full.

The mourning of the imminent death of a loved one swept over Zhou Changming again.

But it was different from the past. When he learned that his younger brother was brain-dead in a car accident, although he was heartbroken, it was far from the despair he felt at the moment.

It seemed that everything in front of him was already irreparable, and the promise he made might not be fulfilled.

Zhou Changming's body trembled, his eyes were closed tightly, and tears gushed out from the corners of his eyes.

"Chang Ming, Chang Ming?"

Lin Chushu tried to bring back his sanity, but no matter whether it was mental stimulation or spiritual guidance, it was of no avail.

His expression became colder, and he flicked his sleeves suddenly, tearing a crack in the void.

The figures of Qiu Shengmiao and Jiang Yuzhuo appeared on the other side of the crack.

"How's the phantom patrol going?"

"Report to Master, everything is normal." Qiu Shengmi noticed Zhou Changming's abnormality, "Changming, he..."

"It's not too late, we're going back to the Black Criminal Division."

Lin Chushu didn't explain further, his stern expression said everything.

Qiu Shengmiao knew very well that Master was in a very bad mood at this time, so he shrank his neck hastily and followed him to leave the illusion.

And Jiang Yuzhuo beside him looked at the Qiyuan Pond not far away, thoughtful.

If his guess is correct, here...is the mysterious pool that claims to be able to see the obsessive person in his heart.

While no one was paying attention, he quietly leaned half of his body out of the crack and looked towards the water.

Just take a look, it shouldn't matter, right?

At first the water surface was calm, without waves, until he almost lost his patience, a face appeared vaguely.

The face is clear and beautiful, and the temples are like ink.

Just one glimpse was enough to make his heart pound and sweat drenched his chest.

Myself, myself...?

Jiang Yuzhuo's usually calm eyes lost focus in a daze.

It was Qiu Shengmiao's call that brought him back to his senses:

"Ah Zhuo, what are you still dawdling about? Hurry up and keep up."

"Come, come."

In a panic, he almost bit the tip of his tongue, Jiang Yuzhuo forced himself to look away from the water, and turned to leave.

The four quickly passed through the Xuanguang Baojian and returned to the main hall.

After confirming that there were no abnormalities in the surroundings, Qiu Shengmiao locked the gate of the palace with a special spiritual power lock, ensuring that no one else could enter from now until the second trial.

After their figures disappeared in the depths of the mountain path, behind the side wall of the palace, two figures slowly walked out.

"Brother Cen, why did you bring me here late at night?"

Xia Houkun folded his arms with a puzzled look on his face.

In his view, Lin Chushu and his disciples inspected the illusion, and there was nothing illegal about it.

And he has always been at odds with him, unless there is something that can harm that person's interests, otherwise he has no interest in getting involved.

"Brother Xiahou, don't be impatient." Cen Yuzhou leisurely waved the folding fan in his hand.

"I don't know if you still remember, I checked the Xuanguang Baojian together with Elder Yin before, but at that time Elder Lin was not in the Black Criminal Division for some reason."

"Now he checks the illusion barrier frequently. Although it may be to ensure the safety of the game, it may also be caused by a guilty conscience."

"You mean, this Xuanguang Baojian was tampered with by him?"

Xia Houkun's expression changed instantly.

"Shut up," Cen Yuzhou pressed his fingers to his lips,

"We don't have any evidence at the moment, and making wild speculations is not conducive to the harmony of the Presbyterian Church."

"Brother Cen, don't try to play charades with me. The so-called harmony does not depend on the pavilion master's efforts to maintain it." Xia Houkun sneered,

"But it has not been a day or two since he favored Lin Chushu. If this continues, the next Chaoyin Pavilion Master will probably be in that kid's pocket."

The smile on Cen Yuzhou's face remained unchanged, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes:

"Brother Xiahou is thinking too far. The most important thing right now is the morning dew test."

……

After leaving Xuanguang Baojian, Zhou Changming's condition still showed no signs of improvement.

Lin Chushu stared at his pale face, frowning tightly.

There was no one else in the room, and even the disciples on duty were temporarily ordered to retreat by him.

After confirming the silence, he reached into his bosom and took out a transparent jasper token.

"Master Chu Fang," the brilliance of spiritual power surged on the jade tablet, and the faint stream of light gradually appeared in the void, transforming into the appearance of Chu Yuexi,

"Can you hear me?"

"You can hear it, you can hear it, don't even think about what time it is now, it disturbs people's dreams for no reason."

Chu Yuexi in the phantom yawned lazily, pulling the pajamas that had slipped off her shoulders.

"Looking for me so anxiously, is it because of your little beauty?"

"I suspect that Chang Ming's memory has been tampered with."

Lin Chushu said surprisingly, "Do you know of any way to sneak into the sea of ​​consciousness of others without disturbing the mental power?"

"This seat has never heard of this kind of secret technique. Even if it really exists, only those spiritual practitioners or succubus who live in dreams may know about it."

Chu Yuexi asked doubtfully, "Why don't you try the spirit deed? The little beauty should not reject your spiritual power."

Lin Chushu frowned and shook his head.

"What I worry about is not Chang Ming's spiritual power, but another force that resides in his sea of ​​consciousness."

If his detection is correct, this force has been lurking in Zhou Changming's sea of ​​consciousness many years ago.

The technique of the performer is extremely exquisite, and it is not achieved overnight, but over the years, subtly affecting the cognition and thinking of that person.

This is also why Zhou Changming firmly believes in everything he believes.

And the imaging of the wishing pool will only reflect the real memory of others.

It must have been what Zhou Changming saw in the water that shocked his sea of ​​consciousness.

That force launched a ferocious counterattack, which knocked him unconscious.

He even speculated further that his first encounter with him might also have something to do with the caster.

What's so different about me that it's worth that person forcing Zhou Changming to suffer the catastrophe again and again, and then die miserably?

The hand placed by Zhou Changming's side curled up like a spasm, and the veins on the back of the hand were protruding.

Lin Chushu frowned, holding back the raging anger and distress in his chest, and was speechless for a long time.

"By the way, Jiangyue, the matter you asked me to investigate last time has the result."

Seeing that he was silent, Chu Yuexi suddenly interjected.

"The little beauty has changed her identity three times in a hundred years, it will definitely not be a reincarnation of souls. In addition, he can turn the spiritual power of those three people into his own. This situation can only be a seizure."

"...Seize the house?"

Lin Chushu's eyes froze.

In other words, Yang Qiao, Qin Cangyan and Shuangyun Sword Spirit back then were not Zhou Changming at all.

He is just a ray of soul whose origin is unknown, temporarily replacing the lives of those people, and then using their identities to get acquainted with himself.

"The body inhabited by the person who seized the house can act completely according to his will, and when the body dies, it is the time for the soul to leave the body."

Chu Yuexi showed pity on his face, "What's more, the pain of death, the person who seized the house can avoid it by withdrawing the soul in advance."

"It's true that your little beauty died terribly, but we don't know how painful it is or whether it is painful."

Every time he said one more word, the crimson in Lin Chushu's eyes became more intense.

It turned out that the truth he was pursuing so hard was false, and the guilt and pain he had suffered day and night were nothing but a well-planned plan by others.

He suddenly understood the reason why Yi Jinlan hesitated to speak at that time.

"Then... do you know all about this..."

The hoarse voice was like weeping, bringing out traces of blood.

The author has something to say: Here is finally the truth about the so-called "face pinching", which can echo the previous one~